The drop of elixir from the heavens tickled in
He is invading the skies with trumpet and clarion
Howling winds paved the way
The mighty monsoon’s conquest has began .
Inundated fields, soggy feathers
Yells of the boatman from the banks
“OOyiii”
Nobody to cross the swollen river
Forsaken roads, puddles awaiting kids
A long sigh escaped, no paper boats
Even monsoon was deserted!
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Bindu Nair 
The rains were signs of happiness..happy tears rolling down while walking in earthern, mudly floded road those were the beautiful days. Miss the beauty of rain.
May be we have grown up and moved to the materialistic and fake world
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Monsoon is alive, Kudos to your words.
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